We Shall Pass This Way But Once

Mom came home last Wed. and I have been far too busy to update the blog.  Things went fairly well until this morning, when Mom altered our usual routine.  Instead of waiting for me to change and clean her when she was in the bed, she got into the wheelchair by herself and all movement ended.  It took all morning, until about 1230pm before we got HM out of the wheelchair and back into the reclining chair, so she could be washed, changed and dressed.  That also includes a wet/dry dressing change, too.  Someday, I might make a very good nursing aide.

And the nonsense from the home health care provider was beyond belief.  The RN, who came Thursday, did not ask for a home health aide, because he was 'only covering team 35'.  The Physical Therapist tried to get a health aide assignment, was unable to do so.  When I phoned this morning, I was told that the 'case is not yet in our files' and I, as well as the supervisor, would have to phone the first RN.  I asked 'isn't a phone call from you sufficient"?  implying that it was her job, not mine, only to be told 'that's the way we do it".  

So, Mom, who can move her legs, and put weight on them, who used a walker at the Rehab center, refused to do so at home.  She said she was afraid/confused/knew she could not do it.  It's rather maddening, because I saw her walking at the rehab center, and I know her legs can bear weight.  If you ask me, and the nurse, who was an Angel, agreed, it is more mental than physical.  God help me and God help her.

Mom said I deserve a treat, so I'm going to find some nice costume jewelry on sale.